Below you'll find a list of all posts that have been categorized as “Little Blue Man”
I am making seven posts between my dad’s birthday and Father’s day. This year Terence Roy Waterfield would have been 90. We lost him when he was 78. It takes a long time to process losing a loved one. Gate Two is about Dad’s flat, though the holding image here would suggest the seashore. When I worked on the project …
Early this year I lost my mum. It’s been hard coming to terms with that. Funnily enough part of that process has been to re-visit the creative ways I dealt with grief when I lost my Dad in 2009. It’s his birthday today. He would have been 90. Over the next seven days I will post a re-edited version of …
Part Three: Follow the Stone Root and Route One theme that emerged while creating this work was the sense of ‘being present whilst collecting memory’. It placed the past and future in the vessel of the present. I explored running/walking routes and landed on a route from home to Marshside along the old sea wall and back through the streets …
Mapping a New direction in a Creative Journey: Follow the Stone[1]Part One Then and Now Here follows a series of posts reflecting on recent creative explorations I have been making. These reflections coincide with a podcast I was invited to do recently for Per Stellas and an invitation to facilitate and direct students in a creative project we are calling …
ManWorks is a mini festival of new performance work inspired by the human form in the landscape curated by theatre and performance maker Carran Waterfield and presented by presented by Heron Mill. Heron Corn Mill in association with theatre and performance maker Carran Waterfield is pleased to announce a brand new event: ManWorks, a mini festival of new performance work …
If you missed this event here is a summary: Introduction for Beautiful End Sharing 26 May 2018 Heron Corn Mill 1.05 Welcome Reading from Godiva Rides To America: “My dad’s mum…to test the power of the wind” Last Saturday I was in Coventry sharing the Royal Wedding event with my sister and my mum – a little gathering around the …
It’s seven years tonight that Dad died and I have been thinking and was surprised the day came upon me late today. I mean I only remembered this evening – the time he actually went. It may mean I am getting over it.
It has been tumultuous recently with Brexit, the Labour party machinations and the disturbing power struggles of people who would lead us. I have always been of the socialist persuasion but I wouldn’t call myself very active. However this time I have been compelled to do something because for once I have seen the actions and example of a leader …